The Empty Nest and the Full Heart: A Story of Rediscovery My name is Caroline, 49, a landscape architect whose last child just left for college in Portland, Oregon. The silence in the house was a physical presence.…
How a Year Abroad Taught Me the Language of My Body My life was a spreadsheet. I was at Barcelona to get straight A’s, pad my resume, and return home perfectly on schedule. My body was a tool for that…
How My Daughter’s Present Opened a Door I’d Closed My name is Margaret, 58, a widowed primary school teacher from Sussex, England. After Arthur died, I closed the door to my bedroom, and to that part of myself. It felt…
How I Unsubscribed from His Expectations My name is Sofia, 22, a coding intern and sociology major in Austin, Texas. My life was a series of boxes to check. Graduate summa cum laude. Land a tech job. Maintain a 500-day Snap…
How a Broken Vibrator Taught Me to Speak Up My name is Chloe, 26, a quiet public librarian in Dublin, Ireland. I have always spoken in italics and ended my sentences with question marks. “Maybe we could try this?” “I’m not sure,…
The Google Spreadsheet That Saved Our Sex Life We are Zoe and Alex, both 32, both data scientists in San Francisco. We fell in love debugging code together at 2 a.m. Our relationship was built on logic, efficiency, and beautifully…
How I Relearned My Body at 60 They call it ‘widow’s fire’— that fierce, bewildering surge of desire that can follow the shattering grief of losing a partner. For me, Eleanor, 60, a literature professor, it was a cruel and…
